The very morning I discovered Elderwomen Musings, my vision extended to the mountain beyond the mountain, a scene I had never before seen. Edith, 89 year old dear friend, at 7 am called to tell me her home’s interior was infused in pink from the sky. I went outside to look. I saw another world mountain behind mountain revealed.

I didn’t see it at first, the tiny sprout peeking up under the daffodils sunny gaze. The green shoot in the dark soil surrounded by the late March snow. The yellow blossom with its own snowy cape leaning down as though to shelter its tender cousin.